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Chapter 36
Alyssa
I'm rendered speechless after Azrael's spoken words, left staring up into his eyes that gleam brightly. He doesn't need an answer today. Azrael knows to be patient. We have gone through a lot, and yet, my heart is dicing into pieces. I'm not sure if my kind can perform the mating ritual with two people, but it's evident that I want Azrael.
Blonde hair is hanging down in thick clusters into his eyes, spiking along the top and giving him that look of having just rolled up from bed. His lips are looking soft, curving as he tilts his head at me, and I have to hold my breath because he smells so damn good. Leaning in to sniff him would be a crime, and resisting will leave me with regret.
"Where do you want to start looking for Sleepy?" He asks.
I gather myself, cursing my weak brain cells for already having fallen victim to Azrael's charm. He seems to notice the attention and smiles wider when he catches me checking him out. Cockiness doesn't come t
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